My thought for the picture:

The planet had lost its moon long ago and the rotation slowed until at last a single side pointed towards the sun as the water rushed to one point at the pull of gravity. Most of the planet was too hot or too cold and the howling winds raced back and forth. The exception was precious areas where the vegetation grew in narrow bands in perpetual twilight and sunrise.

A peaceful place of rest it was for us with a view of the fragile beauty. Only here the conditions were just right.